There was a storm. Sanji had to dive into the water to save Luffy, ruining his last pack of cigarettes. As he goes through withdrawal, he ends up doing things he regrets later. Sanji, then, has to deal with the consequences. Warning: Yaoi

The crew of the Thousand Sunny ran back and forth across the grass deck, following Nami's instructions

The
crew of the Thousand Sunny ran back and forth across the grass deck,
following Nami's instructions. Usopp and Chopper struggled to re-tie
the rope that secured the mainsail to the deck. Nami had ordered the
sails down when the wind picked up. The crew hurried at once to obey,
but the storm had come upon them more quickly than they had thought
possible. Several months on the Grand Line, and it continued to stun
them. One moment the sea had been as placid as the Calm Belt; and
then this maelstrom was thrust upon them.

Thousand
Sunny was a much larger ship than the Going Merry, and reigning in
all the sails was more difficult. There were more ropes than nakama,
and while Luffy was able to stretch and catch several, the situation
gradually worsened. To portside, a rope snapped. The line flailed in
the wind. It twisted up towards where Nami stood. The navigator leapt
to one side, struggling to continue giving orders to the rest of the
crew, but unable to stand up as the line continued thrashing.

Sanji
and Robin managed to secure the starboard half of the mainsail. Her
Cien Fleur had reached up the mast to snatch at the cloth and tuck in
into place. On deck Sanji finished his task, squinting through the
rain to double check. He peered around, doing his best to analyze the
situation. His vision was obscured by the haze, but through it he was
able to hear Nami's cries to the crew. Sanji scrambled across the
deck to find her.

"Nami-swan!"
Sanji cried. She was crouched on the platform, still screeching
orders. Her fist pounded against the Adam wood. Sanji watched her
turn around to Franky.

"Hold
it straight, goddammit!" Franky nodded silently. Sanji was sure
that he didn't appreciate her directions. He knew how to handle his
ship. But here and now, Nami was in charge. "Sanji. Tell Robin
to help Usopp and Chopper. Then get Luffy off of the front sail."

The
intensity in her gaze told him that now was no time to swoon and
pamper her, but that she was the boss. Sanji tore through the rain,
which was now more like sleet. He saw Robin, already helping the
shooter and doctor. Unlike some crewmembers, she knew exactly what to
do next. Especially the captain and first mate. The first was trying
to help, but instead his stretched body across the front sail
hampered his nakama. The first mate-.

Sanji
glanced around. That green-haired idiot was nowhere to be found. He
took another look around the deck. Nowhere. Nothing to indicate that
Zoro was interested in the least at helping the others. For a moment,
Sanji was tempted to find the bastard and beat the shit out of him,
but Nami-swan had kindly asked
him to grab Luffy and tie up
the sails.

"Oi,
Luffy," Sanji yelled. He used his hand to shield his eyes from
the pelting rain as he peered into the black sky, hoping for a
glimpse of the captain. He heard a carefree laugh from above, and
Sanji knew that Luffy was still clasping onto the sail. "Luffy!
Nami says you have to get down. Stop being an idiot and get down
here."

"Alright,
Sanji." The elastic snapping sound Luffy's body made when
returning to their proper position cut through the air. Sanji hustled
over to the fastenings and began to pull in the sail. He expected
Luffy to drop down next to him in a second, goofing off as usual. He
didn't. Sanji looked around after tying off the rope. He knew the
sail was down, but his captain was not.

Something
fluttered in the wind before dropping suddenly to the deck. A straw
hat with one red strip. Sanji's heart began to beat faster than it
had in a long while. It had been several minutes since he'd heard
Luffy's voice, and since then the wind had picked up considerably.
Was it possible? Had Luffy fallen?

Perhaps
it was his imagination, but to his left he heard a gurgle and cry for
help. Caution to wind, Sanji kicked off his boots and leapt.

The
water seemed solid on impact, and it was cold like metal. The rolling
waves did nothing to soften the crash, and only disoriented Sanji.
His head spun as he tried to break to the surface. When he did, his
gaze shot across the surface for some sign of where Luffy had
disappeared. There were none. Sanji took a deep breath, and dove. He
searched the unending black for anything.

His
chest ached, and Sanji had to resurface. Minutes had passed, perhaps
ten. And still no idea where Luffy was. The longer Sanji waited there
at the surface, the further Luffy fell down. Sanji dove again.
Kicking with the same power he would in battle. His legs propelled
him down. His unconscious brain told him the storm had calmed,
because now he could see a little. But the thought hardly registered.
He merely kicked.

Finally,
something caught his eye. It was Luffy's red vest. The future pirate
king's face was blank as he fluttered downward. Sanji kicked a few
more times- his heart and lungs dying inside at the lack of oxygen.
His fingers latched onto something, and Sanji changed his direction.
The journey up was a battle against his body. He wouldn't let the
lack of oxygen and blood flow inhibit him. Sanji coughed, and a bit
of water flowed down his throat. His mouth quickly shut.

When
his head broke through and he was able to breathe, Sanji noticed that
the storm was gone. The sea had returned to how it was before. The
lactic acid had built up in his muscles, and they screamed as he
hauled Luffy's head above water. The Thousand Sunny loomed overhead
with its passengers leering over each side. Sanji tried to cry out to
them, but the seawater had burned his throat. Instead he waved his
arms about. Chopper saw him, and after that Sanji paid no attention
to what happened aboard. Rather he tilted Luffy's head back, closed
his fingers over the captain's nostrils, and blew into his mouth.

Sanji
continued until he was safely on deck. He hadn't noticed Robin's
hundred hands lift him out of the water, nor the water drip off him
as he lifted out of the ocean. Reviving Luffy was more important.
When he felt the Thousand Sunny's grass deck, he looked around.
Chopper's medical bag was next to him. Worry covered everyone's face.
Usopp's lip trembled, Franky had his guitar out- surely ready to sing
whatever tune would result from this incident, Robin cradled Nami,
and Zoro's face actually showed an emotion other than confusion or
blood thirst for once.

Chopper
immediately took over. His ministrations were much more direct than
simple mouth-to-mouth. Sanji assumed that Chopper would fix things,
and he allowed his brain to shut off as he slipped away. Stupid
hammers, always falling of the damn ships.

--

Before
he opened his eyes, he smelled the sterile scent of rubbing alcohol.
It was almost overpowering in the infirmary. Sanji couldn't quite
figure out why. He opened his eyes and looked around. The room was
that blinding white that all hospital or infirmaries had to be. It
seemed that Franky hadn't been very creative with this room, but
Chopper loved it, and that was what really mattered.

He
twisted his head to the side. He expected to see Luffy somewhere
else, but his was the only bed filled. The sheets were rumpled on
one, but nothing to suggest that somebody had been here long. It
shouldn't surprise him, really. Luffy's stamina and recovery time
dwarfed his and Zoro's.

"That
fucker," Sanji whispered. If Zoro had been on deck, he probably
wouldn't be lying here in bed. It was his job to watch Luffy. He'd
been with him the longest, and if anyone could predict him, it would
be Zoro. That marimo needed his head bashed in.

"Which
fucker? There are several on the ship." It was the last voice
Sanji had wanted to hear. He looked at the foot of the bed. The
thickheaded slacker of a first mate stood, his arms crossed over his
chest. Bastard.

"There's
only one I'm referring to," Sanji muttered. He's
dumb, green, and a shitty swordsman as well.
Sanji didn't say that, though. It wouldn't have gotten him anywhere.
If he were to yell at Zoro it would be about not helping out when the
ship was in the middle of a goddamn killer storm. Sanji forced
himself to sit up. "What time is it? And where were you earlier
during the storm?"

"It's
about two in the afternoon," Zoro said. He didn't appear
inclined to answer the second question. He moved to the right of the
bed and plopped into a chair. He set his booted feet on the bed near
Sanji's arm and reclined. When he put his arms behind his head, Sanji
could see the sweat stains under the armpit. Sanji nearly gagged. How
someone could wear the same shirt day in and day out was a mystery to
the cook. He turned away and fished in his pocket for his lighter. He
pulled it out, then realized his cigarettes were in his jacket, which
wasn't anywhere near him.

"Grab
my cigs from my jacket, marimo-bastard." Zoro stood up and
grabbed the pack without complaining. He tossed onto the bed.

"You're
welcome."

"Fuck
off," Sanji growled. Inside the cigarette carton, the tobacco
had spilled out after the paper had shrunken due to the seawater. All
ruined. Damn, that had been his last pack. He'd get more when they
landed, he supposed. Nami had said it would be within two days, and
Sanji supposed he'd spent the night here and that meant they'd arrive
in port later today or tomorrow morning. He could last without a
smoke til then. "When do we land?"

Zoro's
expression showed that he was shocked that Sanji hadn't argued with
him more. The blonde didn't feel like arguing when his addiction took
precedence.

"We
got turned around the way we came from. Nami says we have almost a
week."

"A
whole fucking week?" Sanji gasped. His fingers began to shake at
the thought of withdrawal. The most he'd gone since he began was
three days. At the end of those three days, he was doing almost
anything to distract himself. A fucking week without any nicotine or
distractions. Sanji might borrow Franky's cannon and shoot himself
into the ocean. Maybe he could convince Chopper he was in pain and
get some morphine.

"Yeah,
I know. No chance to get any fresh booze," Zoro mumbled. Sanji
thought about mentioning that what Zoro drank wasn't fresh at all.
The swordsman could go and drink toilet water for all he cared.

A
week.

--

Sanji
was feeling the effects of withdrawal by the end of the first day.
His fingers shook with tension as he cooked. He'd tried to decorate a
cake for Nami-swan and Robin-chwan, but he hadn't been able to cut
the strawberries evenly. He served it anyway, and if either noticed
it wasn't mentioned. But the fact that he couldn't cut it nearly tore
him apart. To save himself aggravation, he only made simple foods.
Dishes that required little cutting or specific placement.

Nobody
mentioned Sanji's increased frustration, his hunched shoulders, or
the cut on his lip where Sanji had bitten in an effort to forget
about smoking. Sanji did almost anything to distract himself. He
began taking freezing showers, running laps around the ship, and he
even asked Chopper if he had any painkillers. The doctor freaked out
and demanded a full examination before prescribing any drugs. Sanji
told him that his knee hurt, but upon inspection, Chopper told him
that he couldn't have any.

Finally,
Nami announced that the Thousand Sunny was making great speed, and
should arrive late the next day. By now, Sanji had been going four
and a half days without a smoke, and the thought of it so near made
the wait almost more unbearable. Sanji went to bed tense. He hadn't
slept in two days, and he was positive he wouldn't tonight. His body
ached for something to distract him, and his mind screamed that it
was only a matter of hours now. Both together were unbearable, and
lying alone listening to them whine was the worst thing, it seemed.

--

Sanji
crept out of the men's quarters; his bare feet much quieter than his
notorious black shoes. He neared the bow, feet softly padding against
the grass. He pulled his lighter out of his pocket and played with it
as he leaned back against the Adam wood. Sanji hadn't bothered to
change into nightclothes; he knew he'd be getting up again anyway and
walking around until dawn as he had the past five nights.

He
turned and headed back in the direction he came; maybe he'd take a
cold shower. Or he could jump off into the ocean and let the current
have its way with him. Maybe
hell would have some smokes.
Sanji stopped his mind right there. He couldn't believe he'd just had
that thought. He was going to find All-Blue, and whatever he needed
to do to get there-

"Umph,"
he mumbled as he fell unexpectedly. He hit the deck hard and remained
sprawled there as his thoughts raced to discover why he now laid
sprawled facedown. A large snore alerted him. That bastard, asleep on
his watch. Sanji turned on his back and kicked out hard. He wasn't
sure what he hit, but Zoro woke up immediately.

"What
the hell?"

"You
fell asleep on watch, and I nearly died tripping over you,"
Sanji kicked again. This time, he knew what he kicked because he felt
Zoro's jaw crack. It was only his toes that caught him, though. Had
it been his whole foot, Zoro's face would be a lot more crooked. The
swordsman must have dodged at the last minute.

"Watch
where you're going then." The clomp of Zoro's boots told him
that he had stood up. In the middle of the night, the Grand Line sky
was as deep and bottomless as its ocean, and Sanji could see nothing.
The stomping had stopped, meaning that Zoro wasn't moving anywhere.
Sanji had no idea where he was, but he had no intention of letting
him go anywhere. This, this baiting and fighting they always had, was
the perfect distraction.

"I
wouldn't have to watch if your hair didn't blend in with the Thousand
Sunny's grass," he snapped.

"That
just means you aren't good at observing things. Even Luffy doesn't
fall on his face, shit-cook." The gruff voice came from the
left. Sanji kicked in that direction and was awarded an 'hmph' as
Zoro tumbled to the ground. Sanji kicked again, only to have his foot
grabbed. If the two men were standing, the cook would have been able
to bring his other foot around to smack the other in head. But as it
was, Sanji's movements were inhibited and his other leg would not
turn like he wanted it to. Instead, Zoro's was able to snag his legs
and hold them fast together. "Why are you here anyway,
eyebrow-freak?"

"I
was making sure you weren't about to crash the ship. Knowing you,
you'd get us lost and we'd have to wait five more days for
cigarettes," Sanji growled. The thought made his muscles tense,
and prevented him from wriggling away as Zoro's grip on his legs
tightened. He squirmed as the other man pinned his legs together. He
could feel the man's head nearing his stomach, Zoro's whole body
holding Sanji tightly. His legs were his weapons, and if they were
immobilized, Sanji had very little left to assist him. His hands were
more suited to cooking than punching.

Sanji
did the only thing he could think of in this situation. He never used
his hands in battle, and his legs were unusable now, so Sanji leaned
over to where he thought the other man was, and he bit down. Sanji's
teeth went into the flesh, which at once gave way. The metallic,
bitter taste of blood filled Sanji's mouth. Zoro's
blood. For some reason that
thought meant more than it would have if he were tasting Nami's or
Robin's. Zoro's Blood.
It was as if he had a power over Zoro.

The
pressure surrounding his legs disappeared, and Sanji opened his mouth
to release Zoro. Rather than kicking upward, though, as Zoro moved
back, Sanji lay on the deck tasting. His tongue circled his lips,
catching the last tidbits. He wanted to taste more.

Sanji
felt a hand on his side and he started. It wasn't a harsh touch, but
it surprised him. However, Zoro's next move, a caress against Sanji's
cheek, was more startling. He jerked away from the hand. Why was Zoro
doing this? Why wasn't Sanji screaming as the other man's thumb
trailed across his lips? Why did Sanji open his mouth to bite that
finger?

His
lips curled around the thumb and sucked. Sanji didn't know where the
action came from, but it was almost instinct. It just happened. The
thought never occurred that he should stop; rather he reached up into
the mass of green hair and pulled tightly. The thumb left his mouth,
but was quickly replaced by Zoro's lips. Sanji felt fingers winding
in his blonde locks in a similar fashion to how his were gripping
marimo moss.

The
men opened their mouths, inviting the kiss further. Sanji thought
that this was wrong, and they should stop, but he couldn't. The kiss
intensified, bringing with it a whole new set of accompaniments.
Somehow Zoro's blunt fingers were gracefully unbuttoning his jacket
and dress shirt. Sanji was still trying to figure out how the hell
Zoro's shirt came off; whether the sash was part of it or not; and
whether he should let Zoro know what he was doing before he broke
away from the kiss to lift it over his head.

Sanji
didn't remember breaking away from the kiss- his lips must have been
on something the whole time- but Zoro's shirt was eventually off.
Sanji could feel the hard edges of Zoro's scars against his own soft
chest skin. It wasn't at all like he thought he'd ever wanted. It
wasn't like breasts pressed against him as he was ridden. Something
about Zoro's rough scarred skin had a different allure.

Breathe.
Sanji had to remember to breathe as Zoro nipped down his chest. The
sharp teeth knew exactly where to bite, never questioning their path.
His dress pants were tightening, cinching off the circulation. He
knew was building beneath them. Moaning, Sanji glanced up into
nothingness, wondering exactly what the hell was going on and praying
it would never end.

His
hands found Zoro's ears and used them to pull the swordsman. Sanji
kissed the rough lips and shoved the other man onto his back. The
cook clambered onto him. Zoro tried to shove him off, but after a
harsh bite from Sanji, Zoro relaxed. It wasn't natural for the
swordsman's mix of salty sweat and sea air to taste so damn good, but
he couldn't stop biting him. He thought he heard Zoro mutter
something about 'no signs,' but it didn't matter what the
marimo-bastard said. This blood that spilled out of the ruthless
bites was so much better than a smoke.

"If
you're biting that hard…" Zoro grabbed Sanji's hair and
tugged. The blonde snapped away from where he'd been tugging at skin
as he was flipped onto his back. His heart seemed to stop abruptly
when Zoro's teeth clamped onto the skin near his collarbone. Then it
started again, but faster than before as Zoro sucked at the newly
created wound. Sanji panted above him. His blood rushed through his
body, and it all seemed to come pouring into Zoro's mouth. That was
the only place he could feel anything; that and his pants growing
ever tighter.

Zoro
must have sensed it too. His mouth moved away from Sanji's collarbone
and down.
Down was good, and down was bad. Down meant that Zoro's mouth and
lips would be there.
That thought made Sanji's head fuzzy. The rush of blood to his lower
half was finally catching up with him. Sanji just couldn't think, it
was just a blur.

The
weight from Zoro's body vanished. Seconds later two clunks signaled
the loss of Zoro's boots. A soft gust and whoosh told Sanji that Zoro
had dropped his pants and was now completely naked. Inside his
stomach, something was boiling and churning. The feeling sank lower
when he felt Zoro's weight against him again. The other man was also
hard, and were they someplace else, Sanji was sure they'd be
comparing sizes to see who was better there, too.

As
Zoro kissed him, his hands scooted down Sanji's slender frame to
fiddle with the belt. Sanji had no idea how the green-haired managed
to whip the belt off that fast, but as Zoro moved his mouth from
Sanji's lips to his earlobe, Sanji's pants and boxers were shimmying
down his strong legs and off. Now they both were naked, and Sanji
could feel himself touching Zoro, and it was the most incredible
feeling. Everything he'd ever been told, said that what they were
doing was so wrong, but it felt so right
when Zoro- now supporting himself on one elbow- moved his calloused
hand to Sanji's member.

The
rough skin shouldn't have been a good thing against the soft flesh,
but Zoro's strong hand held him so gently that it didn't fit with the
vicious tearing at his ear. The two extremes put Sanji someplace
between pain and pleasure; how he felt when in the middle of battle.
It made him nervous. The cook and the swordsman, nude on the middle
of the Thousand Sunny's deck, was an image Sanji never would have
had. Surreal.

Zoro's
thumb gently stroked Sanji's head. The touch was so light. Sanji
moaned for more. All he received was another soft brush. Again, the
moaning accomplished naught. Zoro traced a finger from the base to
the head, as though his finger were the sword and Zoro was practicing
'cutting nothing'. Sanji groaned. He wasn't nothing he was-

"Do
something, goddamn marimo," he groaned. Even through the dark he
could feel Zoro smirking. Then suddenly they were switching
positions. Zoro dug his fingers into Sanji's hips and hauled him
over. It took a moment for Sanji to figure out where exactly he was
in relation to Zoro. Sanji sat atop Zoro's thighs, and the other was
upright now. He wasn't exactly sure what was about to happen, and
that made him slightly nervous.

Zoro
pulled him close, kissed him. Then, he moved to Sanji's ear. Sanji
thought he was going to bite, but instead he heard, "This might
sting," just before pressing a finger into the soft flesh that
was Sanji's anus. Sanji gasped. He had not
been expecting that. He- well he didn't know exactly what he had been
expecting but-

The
finger began to move. Inside
of him. Then there was
another. And another. It was as if they were warming him up for
something…

"No,"
Sanji managed to say. "This can't go there." Sanji
squirmed. The fingers had found something, a spot where it didn't
hurt.

"Che,"
Zoro whispered. His lips smacked against Sanji's suddenly. Zoro's
hand's settled on Sanji's buttocks and lifted him up and onto Zoro's
penis.

As
he slid over Zoro, Sanji's eyes filled with tears. Whenever this was
over, he was going kill the marimo. He should have right then, but
then Zoro started moving his hips up and down, hitting the same place
his fingers had touched a minute before. At the same time, his hand
grasped Sanji, pulling and teasing him forward in a similar rhythm to
his thrusts. Sanji felt his own hips rolling of their own accord.

He
felt the pain, yes, but in there was the pleasure. With each thrust,
a part of Sanji melted into Zoro. Each pull on his dick sent Sanji's
hips forward and then down again onto Zoro, who would thrust up.
Without either man realizing it, the pace began to pick up. Sanji
gasped into Zoro's mouth. Neither had the attention span to kiss, it
was just a continued closeness of their faces. Sanji remembered
groaning as Zoro's hips pushed himself deeper, almost all the way. He
hadn't know anything could be pushed inside that far.

Suddenly,
everything became a blur. The heat in both of them rose to boiling
point, steam forming and bursting through the pipe. Both of them were
breathing heavily, and Sanji tried to form words and say something-
what wasn't important- but his throat and mouth was dry like island
sand. All that came out was a hoarse, animal-like noise. A mimic of
his echoed from Zoro's throat as the two pirates climaxed together;
Zoro's remaining inside Sanji and Sanji's spraying across the two
men's bodies.

Sanji
was more relaxed than he had been in weeks, months. He didn't know.
It didn't matter. He stretched out on the grass, and felt Zoro lay
next to him. Sanji reached out, searching for the other man's face.
After some fumbling, he found Zoro's scraggly hair, gripped it, and
pulled the bastard toward him. He came willingly, too sanguine to
complain about anything. Sanji kissed him again, gently.

He
was sore, exhausted, completely naked on the deck of Thousand Sunny
with his least favourite person, but he didn't care. The metallic
taste of blood still lingered on his tongue from biting Zoro. In the
morning he'd be a mass of bruises and love-bites. But it didn't
matter.

He
wasn't thinking about cigarettes anymore.

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